#harry styles msg

The 30 shows are 'slated for August', are they? I don't think so. There aren't even 30 free dates at MSG in August.

I don't believe this rumour, nor do I think it would be good promo for Harry. The Grammys don't care if an artist is touring or not so how is that relevant? And 'multiple sources' is just different accounts copying each other.

He won't do it. This is the man who just took a 3.5 year break from recording and touring. Why would he want to harm his voice with thirty shows at MSG in one month? It wouldn't even break the record for most shows at MSG, which is held by Billy Joel (150 shows in one year).

part one of two

huge mommy kink, scroll if you don’t like. smut, minors i do not rec (MDNI), somnophilia ig, handjob, spitting, titty sucking, mentions of cumming on tits, during NYC Residency (Two Nights Between Night 5 and 6), do not expect accuracy on the actual tour dates!

Overall, Harry was very submissive.

But there would be moments he’d fall into his subspace under certain circumstances. One is if he was without you for so long. When he feels jealous that someone is getting more attention from you, many things could trigger such a vulnerable state for Harry. But right now it’s because this is your first night together since he’s been touring. You’ve been filming in L.A for months and weren’t able to make it to many shows unless it was through social media. You had just arrived in New York missing out on Night 5 of the residency, arriving just a day after.

He’s now hitting his 6th night in NYC and you couldn’t be more proud of him and happy that you get to experience the rest of the shows.

Harry just had a very enticing dream, making his friend make an appearance for the third time in the past 24 hours. When he woke up without being spooned, he whined feeling so cold. Your tight embrace on his waist was no longer there.

"Mommy," He grumbled lowly, palming the hard-on in his shorts. Groaning instantly when he applies the smallest bit of pressure on himself.

He wiggled his way out of the duvet and pouted when he realized you had been so far away from him.

The cool air in the bedroom made the hairs on his bare body stand up. Reaching over, Harry turned on his end table light, just by the push of the button.

He flicked his head over in your direction and there you laid, breathing so gracefully. You looked so pretty. Laying on your back, you’re bra-less with a tank top you threw on after the late night shower. The black and white PINK shorts you were wrapping around your curves so perfectly. Your left arm laid out beside you as you had recently rolled out from the spooning position.

Harry scooted his way over to you, fully shoving the duvet off his body.

The sheets scrunching up the closet he got to your slumped body. Harry laid his palm upon your stomach. Feeling your even breaths, he scratched lightly at your bare skin. "Mommy," He repeated.

You didn’t budge. He rested his body down next to you, pressing a wet kiss on your neck.

His cock twitched against your thigh and he moaned.

You weren’t a deep sleeper, nor were you jet lagged… Well, maybe a little.

Harry’s hand that rested on your stomach led its way up under your tank top. Looking down at the skin that came into view. Speeding up his actions, Harry pulled your shirt up revealing your perky tit.

His tongue twirled around your hardened bud, and is soon placed between his lips. Harry moaned when he began to suck on your nipple and start bucking his hips against you and his clothed cock was bumping against your thigh. "Fuck, Mommy," He whined into your breast. Your eyes flutter open, instantly letting your hand meet the back of his head. Your fingers hugging his tight curls.

"Baby?"

Harry let a soft gasp escape his mouth and instantly disconnected his lips from your nipple. When he heard your angelic voice in his ear, his eyes glistened. "Mommy," He said quietly. "It hurts," He mumbled.

He’s looking up at you, his big doe eyes making it seem as if he was pleading. He hissed to the feeling. The words immediately waking you up. "What hurts, angel? Speak to me," Your voice so gentle it sends butterflies to his tummy.

He doesn’t give you a verbal answer, though you know what it is. He takes your nipple back in his mouth.

Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he began guiding your hand to his hard. Letting you palm his erection, you let your fingers apply pressure. "Oh, okay. Baby, sit up for a second. Want me to take care of you, hmm? Want Mommy to take care of you?"

He slips your moistened bud out of his mouth, with a soft whimper. "Yes, please." He answered sweetly, sitting up.

Letting you sit up against the head board, "Take your shorts and underwear off for me, Lovie."

He does as you say, taking off those short shorts that you could’ve sworn never showed his bum so much. You watched, admiring the way his large length escapes the barricade of his briefs and slaps against his tummy. The precum leaving a mark just by his belly button.

You called him over doing a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers, inviting him onto your lap.

He submissively crawled into your lap. Harry’s tatted thigh being covered by your hand caressing his thigh as he slid on your lap. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you slowly moved your hand up to his cock. The thick vein was prominent as you took your thumb and traced it gently. He inhaled deeply when he made eye contact with you.

"Mommy please," He tucked his face into your neck. You tilted your neck so he’d be force to remove his face from it and look at you.

You looked down at his hip bones tense as he began grinding his hips, eager for you began. He looked so pretty, all fucked out before anything even happened.

You took his cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it as best as you can. His breath hitched when it finally gained warmth. "G-god." With the same hand, your reached up with your thumb smearing his precum that continued to leak. Running of his slit, his tip pink. He shivers to your touch letting his breath fan your face. Squeezing him gently watching him releasing little by little.

"Want to spit for me, angel?"

His hazy eyes come down to look at himself and his cock that had been in your hand. He prepares the saliva before gathering a good amount enough to let it spill out his mouth and hit directly on his shaft.

"Such a good boy," You praised quietly. His stomach turned at the praise and his toes curled. Resting your free hand on his bare back sliding it down to the side of his hips. Caressing him, soothing his body as he was high up.

He moaned when you began stoking him up and down. "F-fuck," His weight on your shoulders got heavy as he got lost in the moment. "Feel good, angel? What does it feel like? Talk to me and…" You pinched his chin with your free hand making him meet your eyes. "Lemme see your pretty face, eh? How does it feel?"

He pants lightly, his chest rising a bit faster than before, and his eyes fighting the urge to roll back, "Really, really fucking good, Mommy. So fucking good," He slurred out as you continued to stroke him. The hand that rested on his hips, now squeezing his bum making him muffle a low moan, "Mommy, more, more."

You nodded understanding his satisfaction with your touch. Grinning at the man that was totally gone, you looked down at his body. His thigh muscles tight. His tiger looking so sexy from your view as well as the rest of his body. Looking up at his tatted chest, his nipples hard and collarbones becoming more noticeable when he arched his back.

His lips so pretty and pink looking so plumped and swollen. No idea why it was just so hard not to kiss him. "C’mere," You told him wanting to taste him so bad.

He squinted, unable to get over the satisfaction he was getting from your hand. You used your other hand to cup his jaw, initiating a kiss. Harry leans in, out of breath, one curl resting on his forehead, pressing his lips against yours.

Thinking it’d be a quick peck, he pulls away. But you catch him again, pressing your tongue into his mouth as you stroked him faster and harder. He broke the kiss, his lips wrapped around your tongue before he detached his mouth from yours. His mouth forcing itself into an ‘O’ shape. His brows furrowed, mouth agape, moans pitched, so fucking hot.

"Oh my, Mommy. Fuck, yes. Please, I’m so-" He fucks your hand so gentle scared he’ll be crossing a line by trying to get himself in on your work. "F-feel so, so very good. Bloody fuck," He cried out applying pressure on your shoulders. Bucking his hips up, fucking your hand, so close to his climax. The room filling with his tiny gasp and moans.

Knowing he’s close, you jerk him teasingly, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Slowing your hand pumping down, and leading up to his tip pressing with your fingers before continue stroking. "O-oh!" He twitched in your hand and his thighs began to shake gently on top of yours. Continuing to kiss around his face as he continued moving his head back and forth and side to side with his haziness. He was high up.

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: inappropriate innuendos

a/n: very short one shot that is just supposed to be funny!! if you know what inspired this… heyyyyy lmao also i didn’t revise this and wrote it in like 15 min so…. sorry if it’s bad lmao

(also - Benihana is a japanese restaurant if you are unaware !!)

enjoy!

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“I would love to eat at your sushi restaurant.”

“Literally, shut up. Please.”

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As busy as Harry was, he still managed to find some free time for himself while on tour. Especially now that Y/N was on tour with him. If tour was all work and no play, it would definitely not be very enjoyable.

Harry currently had a few days off from his residency shows at Madison Square Garden in New York City, so he planned some things for Y/N and him to do. Some dates, if you will. They rarely were able to go on “normal” dates, but they didn’t mind. Harry just wanted to take some time away from his work life to spoil his girl.

Baseball had never really been his thing, but catching a game at Yankee Stadium was something fun that the two of them could definitely enjoy together.

It was just the two of them. Jeff had hooked them up with the best suite directly behind homeplate, so even if the game wasn’t that interesting, at least the environment they were in was nice.

“It is so fucking hot today.”

“You’re hot.”

“I always am, H. But right now I’m sweating in places sweat shouldn’t be, so flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Well,” he laughed, “why don’t we go walk around the suite level? Cool off and find something to eat?”

“Sounds perfect.”

They walked around the suite level taking in all the iconic Yankee images lining the walls and browsing at the numerous food options.

Yankee Stadium was known for having an array of food options. Every season they have a chef come up with creative items to add to their menu in order to add an extra level to the ballpark experience.

Even with all these new and fun food options surrounding them Y/N found herself just wanting a good old fashioned hot dog. A baseball game classic.

Harry, however, had something else in mind.

“Oh my god, is that a Benihana?”

Y/N turned her head, perplexed to see that Harry indeed was pointing out a Benihana in the ballpark. “Who the hell gets sushi at a baseball game?” she asked, with her eyebrows pulled together in a slight intrigued, yet mostly disgusted look.

“I’m not sure, but I feel legally required to eat at a sushi restaurant when I see one anymore,” Harry responded as he shrugged and started to make his way to the front of the Benihana.

Y/N followed close behind him, “I don’t know if I would consider ballpark sushi a sushi restaurant…” she paused, “even if it is branded as a Benihana.”

“Hmmm,” Harry pondered at the sight of the Benihana in front of him before turning to face Y/N with an alarming smirk on his face. “Ya know where I would actually love to eat?”

Slightly scared by his demeanor, Y/N hesitantly responded, “…Where?”

“I would love to eat at your sushi restaurant.”

Y/N looked at Harry, eyes wide and jaw dropped as he looked at her innocently.

“Literally, shut up. Please,” she said, still adorning a shocked look on her face at Harry’s prudeness.

“You’ve lost your sushi privileges all together. We are getting hotdogs.”

I am in the beginning stages of trying to organize a rainbow lights project for Madison Square Garden (Night 11) on September 8.

I will most likely be making a Twitter account for this as well, but please get in contact with me if you can help, or you would like to help me in planning this.

You can find my Twitter (personal/fandom) here.

Many LGBTQ+ fans, myself included, have said we feel this fandom (more recently) becoming a less accepting and less safe space for us. I want Harry's House, and Harry's fandom, to be a safe, accepting space for ALL of us. I feel as though Harry would like for it to be as well.

It's going to take A LOT of courage, bravery, pride, and time for this to happen, but it's also going to take us, in numbers, for this to happen. I know there will be a lot of people that cannot or will not be able to participate for any number of reasons, you are valid, and this is also for you. Those of you that can, I am encouraging you please bring your flags, big or small, to Harry's shows, wear your rainbows, bring signs, etc. Be proud.

Also request for this pose to be turned into an emoji!